Lovers, Missionaries and Technology: A Story of a Passionate Little Boy

Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.

I am an Outsider: A Story of Freedom

In a world driven by financial self-preservation, truth-telling is a commercial affair. Truth, the edited version, hello.

Civilization at a Crossroads: Feelings, Words, and a Power Grab

Our masters don’t mind our fighting with each other for the leftovers from their table.

The Speedup

Imagine trying to get happy on a tight deadline. Like you have ten minutes to get happy, or else your boss is going to punish you.

I Wanted to Talk About Dating R Kelly But Ended Up Talking about Russian Culture Instead

This story is about the Russian women and our cross-generational strengths, weaknesses, courage, and servitude.

Too Many Names to Remember: Are We 7 Billion Anonymous Observers?

I can watch a video with 55 million views, cry over it, feel the feeling—and never know who made it, or who was in it.

Democracy in Your Head

Democracy in Your Head

Regardless of who you are voting for, if your reaction to people voting for another candidate is anything but “I disagree with your choice but you should definitely vote for whoever you like,” then YOU are the one contributing to a dangerously totalitarian development

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Fever

Fever

It’s 7.30 in the morning and I am trapped inside an office cubicle, across the wall from the majestic American corporate skyline.

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American Racism: Ugly and Perfectly Logical

American Racism: Ugly and Perfectly Logical

It’s been boiling in me for a long time and now I am going to say it.

American racism lies much deeper than skin color, and it is a direct result of the principles on which the country has been founded. It is a very disturbing thing to say, but hello?

There are no words that will console mothers whose sons are gone. Anything anybody says (including me here) just doesn’t cut it. But if we want any kind of justice, the first thing we need to do is stop lying about the past.

Facing the ugly truth and figuring out where we go from now, as humans with diverse backgrounds, is unavoidable.

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A Story of a Song

A Story of a Song

“I Miss You.” I wrote it many years ago and somehow, it still has its own place in my heart. I was so excited about the guy! He was my perfect type. While being my perfect type, he was hurting me. He was arrogant. He was unfaithful. He was lecturing me on being square because I objected to him kissing other girls (in front of me, none the less). I remember thinking, “One day, he will understand. One day, one day, he will appreciate me and understand.”

And then I lost interest.

And then he died. Drugs.

I fully and completely forgave him. I wish him peace somewhere away from me.

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